The Intramurals Theorem.

GIVEN:Practices started, excited faces and non-stop driving down to memory lane.PROVE:The magic of the Intramurals.

Meeting of the colors for Intrams has just started today and of course, I am once again raising the flag of the PINK team. (Woohoo! Hurrah!) This means feeling the team spirit, cheering, playing, having fun, the "non-vacation vacation" (new word!) from school. But this also means shortening of classes, squeezing of lessons and rushing of projects. In a Paulinian's life, this is the part of the school year when everything is a buzz, literally, emotionally, mentally and physically. The words busy, stressed, hectic and tired are usually heard as well as astig, fun and laugh trip. It is the period of sweat-slash-smiles, tears-slash-laughter and cries-slash-cheers. This is the time wherein all faces thicken (haha!) and all people come out of their shells. The most exciting part of the year has finally arrived, and it is greatly anticipated just as much as the HP Goblet of Fire. Welcome to the Intramurals/Field Day Season.

It is true that these are the most exhausting months of a student's year, but alas, it is also the most memorable and most exciting. One can go through high school forgetting about mini-tournaments or get-togethers but no one can ever forget this treasured "week of pure bliss." Concerts, fairs, games, booths, music, jamming, cheering, bonding, pictures, championships.. aaah. Just thinking about it makes my heart go, "Go Pink! Go Pink! P-I-N-K Pink!" Beautiful and happy memories from this time of year are always treasured and cherished. When one hears the word "Intrams", you can immediately see the spark on her eyes or the hidden smile on her lips. This is the magic and mystery of this season. But why? Why?

Geometry has definitely got me logically thinking even on this topic. I was sitting on my bed the other night when I suddenly thought of things that might PROVE this so-called "magic" of Intrams. (Haha, geom freak) First and foremost, there are no classes. Enough said. Second, it is the only time of the year wherein we can actually make noise and laugh our hearts out. We can shout in the corridors, sing in the campus, and wear colored clips. We can sit in the grounds and do whatever stuff you like to do, and your teachers will only look at you. Haha. Third, we get to mingle with other people. Though this might not be such a good reason for anti-socials, this is a very good opportunity to unleash our social butterflies. No one will ever care whether you are that class president, campus heartthrob or the sporty chick. All that matters is that you belong in one team and you must all work together to garner as many points as possible. Fourth, the concerts! My, my, how can we forget this? Two years ago: Kyla and True Faith, last year: Rivermaya and now: HALE! Oh my gosh! I know they're not as hot anymore but to me, they are still the number one OPM band in my heart (followed by Spongecola. Heehee.) And not only that, rumors are spreading that there would be TWO concerts this year!! Can you believe it? Fifth, the rides! Yipee! I find pleasure in the chubibo and the caterpillar. Haha. It makes me feel like a kid again. Add dirty ice cream and cotton candy, and we're all set: campus carnival! And sixth, it is just plain FUN. Everything is fun, everyone is happy. From the outside looking in, it might just be another sports week but to me, to Paulinians, it definitely means alot. You see, we're little girls trapped in a convent school who yearn for these kind of events. We look forward to opportunities to shine and show the world how talented we all are. We know how to have fun, we party and we rock! The intrams is one of the few events we just DON'T miss out. So yes, this "week" is not just something we spontaneously do or think of the last minute. It requires months of preparation, tireless practices and definitely memorable moments.

The Intramurals Theorem.

GIVEN:Practices started, excited faces and non-stop driving down to memory lane.PROVE:The magic of the Intramurals.

Meeting of the colors for Intrams has just started today and of course, I am once again raising the flag of the PINK team. (Woohoo! Hurrah!) This means feeling the team spirit, cheering, playing, having fun, the "non-vacation vacation" (new word!) from school. But this also means shortening of classes, squeezing of lessons and rushing of projects. In a Paulinian's life, this is the part of the school year when everything is a buzz, literally, emotionally, mentally and physically. The words busy, stressed, hectic and tired are usually heard as well as astig, fun and laugh trip. It is the period of sweat-slash-smiles, tears-slash-laughter and cries-slash-cheers. This is the time wherein all faces thicken (haha!) and all people come out of their shells. The most exciting part of the year has finally arrived, and it is greatly anticipated just as much as the HP Goblet of Fire. Welcome to the Intramurals/Field Day Season.

It is true that these are the most exhausting months of a student's year, but alas, it is also the most memorable and most exciting. One can go through high school forgetting about mini-tournaments or get-togethers but no one can ever forget this treasured "week of pure bliss." Concerts, fairs, games, booths, music, jamming, cheering, bonding, pictures, championships.. aaah. Just thinking about it makes my heart go, "Go Pink! Go Pink! P-I-N-K Pink!" Beautiful and happy memories from this time of year are always treasured and cherished. When one hears the word "Intrams", you can immediately see the spark on her eyes or the hidden smile on her lips. This is the magic and mystery of this season. But why? Why?

Geometry has definitely got me logically thinking even on this topic. I was sitting on my bed the other night when I suddenly thought of things that might PROVE this so-called "magic" of Intrams. (Haha, geom freak) First and foremost, there are no classes. Enough said. Second, it is the only time of the year wherein we can actually make noise and laugh our hearts out. We can shout in the corridors, sing in the campus, and wear colored clips. We can sit in the grounds and do whatever stuff you like to do, and your teachers will only look at you. Haha. Third, we get to mingle with other people. Though this might not be such a good reason for anti-socials, this is a very good opportunity to unleash our social butterflies. No one will ever care whether you are that class president, campus heartthrob or the sporty chick. All that matters is that you belong in one team and you must all work together to garner as many points as possible. Fourth, the concerts! My, my, how can we forget this? Two years ago: Kyla and True Faith, last year: Rivermaya and now: HALE! Oh my gosh! I know they're not as hot anymore but to me, they are still the number one OPM band in my heart (followed by Spongecola. Heehee.) And not only that, rumors are spreading that there would be TWO concerts this year!! Can you believe it? Fifth, the rides! Yipee! I find pleasure in the chubibo and the caterpillar. Haha. It makes me feel like a kid again. Add dirty ice cream and cotton candy, and we're all set: campus carnival! And sixth, it is just plain FUN. Everything is fun, everyone is happy. From the outside looking in, it might just be another sports week but to me, to Paulinians, it definitely means alot. You see, we're little girls trapped in a convent school who yearn for these kind of events. We look forward to opportunities to shine and show the world how talented we all are. We know how to have fun, we party and we rock! The intrams is one of the few events we just DON'T miss out. So yes, this "week" is not just something we spontaneously do or think of the last minute. It requires months of preparation, tireless practices and definitely memorable moments.

She's a modern lover; it's an exploration, she's made of outer space

Hello, I'm Karla Bernardo. If you Google my name, you will find the Wikipedia entry of a Canadian serial-killer (and trust me, you do not want
to read about that - but I'm sure you will because now you're curious), which is why I suggest you type Bombastarr instead so you can stalk me better.

I am twenty-four years old, but nobody believes me when I tell them that. I am completely in love with the University of the Philippines, where I graduated with a degree in Creative Writing, and where I am currently a law student. It is also where I learned how to speak a bit of Italian, got a taste of the best tapsilog, and took striptease for PE.

Ask, and you shall be answered

Got a comment, question, violent reaction, love letter, or random piece of information you want to share with me? Just fire away. I don't bite.

(I changed my form and went back to Freedback because Ask.fm's being a bitch, requiring people to sign up for accounts before asking questions. Because I love you guys, I tweaked my ask box a bit, so that the questions will now go directly to my e-mail, but I'll be posting the answers still on my Ask.fm for convenience. TL;DR - I'll still be getting your questions so no worries. You're still free to harass me / send me your love.)

Most Frequently Asked Question

Are you a pornstar?No, I am not a pornstar, stripper, or your friendly neighborhood call girl. It's just a fancy pseudonym with a long history, and two R's. Rawr.

Bombastarr.com

Bombastarr is my personal blog and my little corner in the Internet since 2005. Yes, I started writing here when I was 13 years old (aka when I was very angsty, hormonal, and always gushing at the littlest things) -- ergo, you'd have to forgive me if you come across an old post that reeks of immaturity and slightly unpolished grammar. I did a lot of growing up here, and from the looks of it, there's still a lot of growing up to do, so I don't think I'll be leaving this place any time soon.

The domain, Bombastarr.com, was purchased on June 2014 and
launched on July 2014, on the blog's ninth year (and fifth month, to be exact).

It's crazy to think that this blog is now eleven years old, because (1) that seems like an eternity in internet years, and (2) that means if my blog were a kid, it's a fifth grader! That's insane.

Here's to more tales, explosive and otherwise.

So, why Bombastarr?

If you've been living under a rock and think I'm a threat to world peace or an object of covetousness, sorry to disappoint you, folks: it's just a fancy pseudonym.

As in most things, it started in high school. It began as a joke between me and a couple of friends during our freshman year. We were practicing for a field demonstration dance which involved the use of shawls, and being the crazy-always-trying-to-be-funny person that I was (or I always attempted to be) I started doing poses with the garment. Someone started taking my picture using my phone, and one shot looked like I was posing for those B-list movies (or should it be R-list, as in R-rated?) of the vegetable-nomenclature variety. #IKYWIM. Hence, the word, "Bombastarr." Yes, very cheeky, I know, but for a 13-year-old, it was quirky enough to figure as a username. That was 2005, right around the time I trying to decide on a URL for a new blog. It's been a lot of years since, and what started as a joke became something I've eventually embraced as an identity.

Despite the many other chances I've gotten to permanently move (to Multiply, Livejournal, Tumblr, Wordpress; to a bigger platform where I can earn or use the blog as a venue for commerce), I've come to realize that Bombastarr is something I can never truly leave behind. It is a place I've grown to appreciate and love because it is a place I can call my own. It's a venue for my rants, my views, my writing. It is home, and it is who I am.

Bombastarr is a glimpse of my life: the thoughts, ideas, and stories that shape it into what it is, and what it will still become. This journal has been with me for all my crazy, often embarrassing adventures, but I'm sure there will be more anecdotes and feelings and people to write about. Which is something I'm really looking forward to. After all, you know what they say about the greatest stories - sometimes, there's still a lot that's left unwritten.